Chapter 180: Chapter 180: Young Man, It's Just a Goal - No Need to Get So Excited

Son Heung-min saw Ye Chen warming up and returned to the pitch with satisfaction!

However, he didn't notice the murderous glare from Thorsten Fink beside him...

If looks could kill, Ye Chen would have been torn apart by now.

Did he really think scoring one goal made him a big deal?

He should know that standing before him was the most fearsome newcomer in the Bundesliga!

Before Ye Chen, who could have imagined a 17-year-old could be this terrifying?

36 goals in 11 matches – including games where he came off the bench, started but was subbed within ten minutes, or left due to injury!

And you decide to provoke someone with such an outrageous scoring record?

For the first time, Thorsten Fink began to doubt – maybe this Son Heung-min guy isn't thinking straight!

But is Son Heung-min really out of his mind?

No!

Quite the opposite!

He knew he wasn't as strong as Ye Chen.

That's precisely why he chose to challenge him now!

Strike when the iron is hot!

The match resumed.

Due to the cold weather, Ye Chen's warm-up lasted ten full minutes.

Meanwhile, Dortmund maintained full control on the pitch.

Of course, they weren't in a hurry to attack – they were waiting.

Waiting for the Bundesliga's sharpest weapon to take the field!

Even Lewandowski on the pitch fully respected Ye Chen's ability – though he wouldn't admit it out loud.

After all, they were competitors. Acknowledging Ye Chen's superiority would put him at a disadvantage.

Gugu Sports' commentators Zhan Jun and Zhang Lu continued their coverage of the match.

As the ace commentator for Gugu Sports, Zhan Jun only covered elite Premier League clashes or national derbies.

Otherwise, whenever Dortmund played, he was on the call.

This arrangement allowed Wang Tao to secure a contract with Gugu Sports – serving as backup when Zhan Jun was unavailable.

In terms of fanbase, Zhan Jun was undoubtedly in a league of his own.

"Everyone must have noticed – during this dead-ball situation, Dortmund made a substitution!"

"They didn't take Lewandowski off – instead, they subbed out captain Kehl!"

"Dortmund is sticking with their 4-2-4 formation!"

"De Bruyne will likely drop back slightly – we're hoping for some magic between him and Ye Chen!"

As Ye Chen stepped onto the field, a smile crept across Son Heung-min's face.

Finally, huh?

Ye Chen slotted into the forward position.

"Ding! New task issued – lead Dortmund to a dominant victory and humble Son Heung-min. Reward: Golden Treasure Chest!"

Hiss...

A treasure chest mission popped up again.

But wasn't this task a bit too... broad?

A dominant victory?

How many goals count as dominant?

And what does it mean to humble Son Heung-min? What's the standard here?

Oh well – do your best and leave the rest to fate!

Ye Chen brushed the details aside and focused on giving his all.

Through recent observation, Klopp identified Ye Chen's ideal position – second striker.

Shadow striker, false nine – whatever you call it.

Like Van Persie lurking behind Henry or Messi playing off Suárez!

Dropping deeper amplified Ye Chen's technical skills.

Ye Chen's entry immediately signaled the start of Dortmund's offensive push.

Dortmund circulated the ball while Hamburg players pressed aggressively.

But Dortmund's entire front line had excellent ball control.

54 minutes and 24 seconds.

De Bruyne carried the ball through the center, with Kagawa running on the left and Großkreutz on the right.

Ye Chen dropped back to receive, while Lewandowski raised his hand up front.

Without hesitation, De Bruyne passed to Ye Chen.

Hamburg's Sara closed in.

Sara had just subbed in, replacing the injured Kacar.

His only task was to stick to Ye Chen and deny him space.

But as Sara approached, Ye Chen dribbled straight toward him.

Sara hesitated for a moment – just as they were about to collide, Ye Chen suddenly cut left.

The ball shifted left!

A feint!

It must be a feint!

Sara judged mentally.

Yet, in the next instant, Ye Chen accelerated past him down the left!

From the stands, it looked like Ye Chen simply sped past Sara.

Sara gave chase, but Ye Chen – rather than dribbling – unleashed a long shot.

Drobny, Hamburg's keeper, reacted swiftly.

Though the shot came unexpectedly, he parried it with one hand, pushing it out for a corner.

"What a strike!"

The commentator shouted excitedly.

"But Drobny's reaction was even quicker – a brilliant save!"

"Ye Chen has already made a huge impact – his shot won Dortmund a corner!"

Ye Chen glanced at [Long Shot 1/3] and jogged to the corner flag.

Time for a set-piece routine.

As Ye Chen approached, Kagawa passed without hesitation.

Ye Chen collected the ball, and Sara rushed up.

But Ye Chen took off immediately.

He performed rapid step-overs, confusing Sara, who hesitated to tackle.

As Sara grew dizzy, Ye Chen pushed the ball right and darted past him.

Ye Chen appeared at the top-left of the penalty arc.

Lin Zhijian anticipated the move, rushing forward.

"You're not getting through!" he shouted in Cantonese.

Ye Chen felt a spark of familiarity.

"Oh yeah?" Ye Chen smirked.

Wrapping the ball with his instep, Ye Chen spun 180 degrees – evading Lin's challenge and opening space to shoot!

"Amazing dribble!"

"A textbook Marseille turn!"

With the angle clear, Ye Chen lashed out with his right foot.

His muscles tightened, and his instep connected, sending the ball soaring.

"Boom!"

Like a cannonball, the shot rocketed toward goal.

Drobny focused entirely on Ye Chen – lunging right as the shot flew.

But Ye Chen's subtle lift caused the ball to dip – an elevator shot post-Marseille turn!

"Whoosh..."

The ball skimmed past Drobny's fingertips and rippled the net!

Hamburg fans gasped collectively...

"Wow..."

The goal was dazzling – fluid, graceful.

It felt like art – pure artistry!

But Ye Chen didn't rush to celebrate.

Instead, he turned toward Son Heung-min, now retreating to his half.

With a calm, downward motion of his hand, he signaled:

Young man, it's just a goal – no need to get so excited...

At just 17, Ye Chen looked like a seasoned veteran teaching the younger generation.

Son Heung-min's face flushed with mixed emotions.

What just happened?

Did he fake being injured?

I need to file a complaint – this guy's faking it!